No, not me. I didn't get hurt this time, but my grandfather fell out of his bed. His new bed. The one he needs a step ladder to climb into. The one we have to lift my dog onto because she's too small to jump onto. HUGE. TALL. HIGH OFF GROUND. And he fell out of it... and hit his head on the nightstand. He looks like he's been in a battle. There's a huge lump that's all swollen and purple and there's a cut there that's all angry looking. He did something to his shoulder too...

And he won't go to the hospital.

-.-

I understand now, where I got my stubborness. HIM. I have every intention of sneaking into his room tonight every two hours to wake him up and make sure he's ok, but the likelihood of ME waking up every two hours is highly unlikely.

And him shooting me if I did this is VERY likely.

So.... WORRIED. Yeah...

On another note, my bird is fine, but can't decide if he likes me or not.

*EDIT* An update on my grandfather: He now has a black eye. Well, purple... but it's bruised and swollen and is probably one of the most beautiful shiners I have ever seen. And not beautiful in the pretty way, beautiful in the "Hey, nice shiner Dally!" from The Outsiders, way. He's telling people my Mom did it, and she's probably going to be arrested... and then she'll REALLY hurt him.

There is a bird in my room... and if you know me, you know of my aversion to all things winged and feathery.

This one's different.

See, when I was little I thought getting birds would be something new to cuddle with. Not the case, the two we got sort of hated me. A lot. It began my hatred of all things feathery and their hatred of me. I'm terrfied of seagulls (I was viciously attacked as a child, but I kept those french fries dammit) and I was chased around The Tower of London by a small flock massive ravens. It's sad to say they could hop faster than I could run. Piegons pooped on me througout London, Bath (as in, The City Of) and Dublin.

Needless to say, I am not fond of birds.

However, yesterday while I was at class Cleopatra (our pet budgie, yes, the others one's name is Antony. Hush) died. She'd been sick for a while, and finally just wore herself out. Well now, Antony is alone and without his mate, and since the bird is mine, we thougt it best to put him in my room.

He loves me. This bird, who has previously tried to eat my Dad, Mom, and me, now feels that when I leave the room, I have left him forever and ever, never to be heard from again. He nibbles on my fingers when I press them to the cage (a sign of affection in bird world) and when I get too far away chirps like no tomorrow. Also, he apparently likes my singing. He's only quiet when I'm wailing away to Nelly Furtado, or whoever else I'm listening to and sometimes sings with me. He has a much better voice.

I have become a bird's best friend, but am sad to say he might not live too long without his mate or he may have caught whatever disease she had. And I'm attached. Dammit...

Ah well. Off to pet feather face.

Got an A on my term paper, which is a fair shade of excellent, but I still have to sign up for classes, pass two tests on Monday, and not fail. I had a breakdown just last night 'cuz it's all happening a bit fast, suppose I should get used to it. Life doesn't get much better from here.

Our scanner committed suicide and refuses to print, scan, or copy anything, so it be dead. We have a new one. I hate figuring out new things.

Been tired lately, thinkin' about stuff, no interest in anything. College is sucking up my life. Can't wait 'till summer.

Swear to God I was possesed by Rorshach when I wrote this. Least it wasn't the Comdeian. Sexist asshole.

Guess who should be writing a history paper on The Cult of Osiris due on Manday that she has yet to even start, despite the fact she had several weeks do to so, but procrastinated, and is gonna B.S. her first term paper ever but is instead attempting to break all records of longest run on sentence ever in a poorly disguised attempt to avoid doing homework?

It sounds cute and quirky, but really? Imma die.

As long as I finish it before Monday I'm not sweating it, but I have to BS 4 or so double spaced pages of Osirisy-Cultness. Hmm... methinks I should get started....

After CSI Miami. Promise.

Oh, and to add, I still have all my ather homework to get done, by Monday.

This college stuff? Totally kicking my ass.

It's here! It's here it's here IT'S HERE!!!!!

My new favorite sweatshirt has arrived! WAH!

Ya wanna know what it says?

Yes you do, don't lie.

Liar.

It says: And then Buffy staked Edward. The end.

I will model it in a few anti twilight pictures for you guys to see!

Until then, over and out...